All language subtitles for Mental.S01E05_English

All right, now, my next guest
is the guy that People magazine
voted Sexiest Man Alive.

[ Women In Audience
Cheering ]

America's Sweetheart,
Mr. Nice Guy,

the star of the new smash hit
romantic comedy Lovemate,

leading man
of my wife's dreams,
Liam McBride!

Liam!

[ Audience Cheering ]
Come on out!
There he is, Liam McBride!

How are ya? Yeah.

- Whoo!
- All right.

Here we go. Sure.
Come on. Have a seat.
Sit down.

Wow. Look at that.

Well.
[ Audience Whooping ]

I didn't get to
do that with her.
All right, big fella.

Time to get
to work here.
[ Laughing ]

So-- So, Liam,
how's it goin', my friend?

Fantastic, man.
Couldn't be better.
Yeah, I guess so.

Well, your reputation
precedes you.

In fact, it says right here
that TMZ has you listed...

with 19 women
in the last year.

[ Audience ] Ooh!
Yeah, it's wild, man.
Completely wild.

- How do you find the time?
- Well, you know what?

- I'll tell ya, it's not easy.
- [ Laughing ]

Yeah. Any of 'em serious?

No. No way.

You know, they only
want one thing--

their picture with me
in Us magazine.

And they're willing
to-- [ Bleeps ] to get it.

- [ Groaning ]
- [ Host Chuckling ]

All right. Uh, what--
what's the new movie
about then?

Ah, you know.
Same old crap.

Boy meets girl.
Boy digs girl.

Girl digs boy.
Girl and boy hump
like rabbits.

- All right, all right, okay.
- [ Audience Gasping ]

- This isn't cable.
We-- We get the picture.
- No, you don't.

See, these girls,
they just use you.

- I mean, everybody
uses everybody.
- [ Audience Gasps ]

But these no-talent bitches,
they just want to ride
your-- [ Bleeps ] to stardom.

[ Booing ]
[ Man ]
Not cool, man. Not cool.

What the-- [ Bleeps ] do you
think you're booing, huh?

- Oh, they're
just kidding around.
- No, really.

What the-- [ Bleeps ]
Liam.

Yeah, you!
The fat cow in the back!
Where is he--

It's all right, man.
Oh, you want to--
[ Bleeps ] with me?

No, the show's-- Hey!
All right, let's do it!
[ Bleeps ]

[ Grunting ]

- Get him outta here!
- Get the-- [ Bleeps ] off me!

You-- [ Bleeps ]
dregs of society!
You-- [ Bleeps ] pious sheep!

[ Audience Jeering ]
You self-righteous--
[ Bleeps ] bastards!

You can't-- [ Bleeps ]
think for yourself?
You know what?

[ Bleeps ] All right.
[ Bleeps ] you! Oh, you wanna--

[ Clears Throat ]
This occurred approximately
two hours ago.

What's he been doing
since then?

Studio security grabbed him
as he was about to drive his
Ferrari through the guard gate.

Just unbelievable.
This is Liam McBride,
America's wet dream.

He has a history
of substance abuse.

Probably on something,
most likely ice.

- When's he due in?
- Uh, Liam and his people,
whoever they are,

are about to arrive
in about... 15 minutes.

It's about 1600 hours,
General.

The media helicopters are
following a black Navigator
with smoked windows.

That vehicle
will pull up to the curb
of the E.R. entrance.

Oh, God, there must
be a hundred paparazzi
waiting there already.

That's the decoy.
Liam's manager, Andy-something,

will pull up
to the delivery entrance
at the same time.

Liam will be
in the backseat, hiding.

How do we get him up
on the ward?

I've secured an elevator
from the lobby
to the third floor.

- It should work.
- It'll work.

[ Chuckling ]

What is so funny?

We're dealing with a major
celebrity here. In today's
world, that's a flood.

There's no way
we're not gonna get wet.

Not on my watch.
Who's the attending?

- This is my area.
- What area?

- Addiction.
- He hasn't even
been diagnosed yet.

- High card wins.
- What?

Uh-- Uh--

[ Exhales ]

Please.

Uh--

Yes! King of spades.

All right.
Any other concerns?

Once he gets here, we treat him
like any other patient.

No special privileges.

[ Man On Radio, Indistinct ]

Hey, uh, who's who?
I'm Andy Foito, Liam's manager.
Nora Skoff.

Nora.
Jack Gallagher, director
of Psychiatric Services.

Help him, help him.
[ Man ]
Clear that hallway now.

Come on. Let's go, guys.

Uh, can we get him
into the ward?

I gave him a pill.
What kind of pill?

How the hell
should I know?
There was no pill.

It was a blue one.

- [ Woman ] Liam!
- [ Woman Screams ]

Liam!

Liam!

Liam!

Liam!

Surf's up.

[ Dings ]

[ Camera Shutters Clicking ]
[ Chattering ]

All of your questions
will be answered.

[ Woman ]
Dr. Carl Belle?
Yes, that's correct.

Dr. Carl Belle with an "E."

- [ Woman #2 ]
Dr. Belle, I have a question!
- [ Man ] Question over here.

Did Liam sleep
through the night?

He was given a mild sedative.
He fell asleep around 11:06.

Uh, he awoke
sometime before dawn,
used the facilities...

and then went back to sleep
until 8:00 this morning.

- Yes?
- Have you made
a diagnosis yet, Doctor?

That would be premature.
We have yet to do
an in-depth intake.

In order to ascertain
the exact nature of the
mental illness of a patient,

one must be...

patient.

[ Reporters Shouting ]
[ Carl ]
Okay, okay, okay.

[ Knocks ]
They just caught
two reporters...

hanging from the window ledge
on-- Oh, my God!

Can I see?

Wow, it's stunning.

Is it a secret admirer?
Nope.

Anniversary present.
Wedding anniversary?

No. Anniversary
of my divorce.

Oh! Right.
[ Chuckles ]

I really shouldn't have.
If you knew how much
I paid for it.

No. You deserve it.

It took me 10 years
of marriage...

to realize
I made a mistake...

and a bout with cancer
to get me up off my ass.

The hell with it.
I think we should
celebrate this.

Girls' night out?

We could hit the clubs.

Oh, I have nothing
to wear.
[ Laughing ]

- We could do
a lunchtime shopping spree.
- Oh. No, not with CNN hovering.

And I've got Barbara Walters
waiting on-- I know. Oh.

What ledge?

[ Imitating Gunfire ]

[ Imitating Gunfire Continues ]

I can't believe
this is happening.

- How long have you
been his manager?
- Forever.

Got him his first big break.
I negotiated his last
$20 million fee.

Has he ever
broken down before?

You gotta understand,
Liam's an actor's actor,
the real thing.

Totally immersed in his roles,
and, yeah,

sometimes he mixes reality and
fiction and doesn't come out of
it until the picture's wrapped.

That's his gift.

This is all my fault.
The agency rushed him into
doing his next picture.

He's been prepping
for it night and day.
He's totally exhausted.

- I should've put my foot down.
- Tell me about that new movie.

[ Foito ]
It's a total departure.
It's a serious role.

It's Oscar-winning material.
The producer's calling me,
like, every three seconds.

- I'd like to read the script.
- Uh, you gotta understand, Doc.
It's pretty hush-hush.

- Can't have
the general public knowing.
- It will just be me.

Yeah. Okay.

And now, instead of
mounting barbed steeds...

to fright the souls
of fearful adversaries,

he capers nimbly
in a lady's chambers...

to the lascivious pleasing
of a lute.

Look.

Liam's not just a client.
He's my best friend.
He's like family.

But I, that am not shaped
for sportive tricks
nor made to court--

- Whatever you need.
- Just get me that script.

Sportive tricks,
nor made to court
an amorous looking glass.

I that am rudely stamped
and want love's majesty...

to strut before
a wanton ambling nymph.

Richard III.
Not bad.

[ Shouts ]

[ Wings Flapping ]
[ Birds Cawing ]

They're circling.

The gulls! Oh! Circling!

- [ Screams ]
- Hitchcock?

Classic.

Classic
symptomatology.

Auditory hallucinations,
bizarre delusions, disorganized
speech and behavior.

Classic.
If that's the case, he's
chosen the wrong profession.

I would think the emotional
demands of an actor...

would exacerbate
the problem over time.

But he's been in and out
of rehab for years.

Are we not gonna consider
a drug component?

I've ordered blood work
to exclude hypothyroidism,
systemic infection, H.I.V.

I've also ordered a C.T. scan
and a drug panel, so--

[ Veronica ]
Jack. You got anything to add?

Psych 101.
Textbook psychotic break.

Right.
Textbook.

A messenger brought
this for you.

Thank you.

[ Woman On P.A. ]
Music Therapy and Musicology.

The Daily News
and People magazine.

They want to send
a photographer
to take your picture.

And Ellen,
and, uh, Jules Luckman,

president
of Liam's fan club.

Yeah, I know who he is.
Little twerp got ahold
of my cell phone.

How do celebrities do it,
day in and day out?

I mean, your life
is not your own.

You're lucky
you drew the low card.
[ Chuckling ]

That's Ellen.

Yeah. Blood work?

No.
No blood.
Hey, Liam, it's just a little--

No blood! No blood.
And no leech--

[ Gasps ]
Get 'em off me. No leeches!
Get 'em off me!

No leeches, no leeches.
Get 'em off me!

Get 'em off me.
No leeches, no leeches.

No leeches!
Get 'em off me.

- Get 'em off of me!
- Hey, take it easy. Liam.
Liam, calm down, all right?

- Get 'em off me!
- [ Door Lock Beeps ]

[ Gasping ]
I'm a little teapot,
short and stout.

Here is my handle.
Here is my spout.

[ Clapping ]

Bravo.

Couple of notes
on performance?

While psychotic behavior
can include, uh,

disorganized speech,
auditory and visual
hallucinations,

rapid mood swings
are part of a different
syndrome altogether.

Kind of got
your research mixed up.

Bravo to you, Doc.
You got me.

- "Crazy Going Slowly Am I"?
- His new movie.

Cuckoo's Nest
for the new millennium?

[ Exhales ]

Whoa.

This was really sick.

[ Laughing Continues ]

Fooled you.

Oh. Someone get me
a damn latte.

Phew!

[ Dings ]

[ Nora ]
He was faking it?

How could a staff of
trained professionals--

Since you are clearly not,
I suggest you take
your criticisms--

[ Laughing ]
Oh, God.
Come here. Look at this.

[ Bleeping ]
You're the-- [ Bleeps ]
problem!

- I've seen it.
- Why not release a statement?

We knew it was an act all along.
We were simply helping
Mr. McBride prepare...

for a, uh, difficult role about
serious mental illness in order
to increase public awareness.

Why not?
Because we are not sailors
on the Good Ship Lollipop.

We're living
in the real world.

- There.
- Now I've crossed the line?
You don't like me now?

Guess what!
You made me!

I'm you!
I don't create the image,

you self-righteous--
[ Bleeps ]

You think you're
better than me?
What's he doin'?

- Ranting.
- Performing.

You know how many cars
I bought with your money?
Seven-- Seven cars.

You know how many boats?
Three.
They've gone to commercial.

Stage lights are off.
So who exactly
is he performing for?

Lots of actors perform
in front of mirrors
without an audience.

- It's their process.
- [ Bleeps ]

Sheep! Sheep!

[ Liam ] We filmed
the damned thing in Cambodia.
It's a hell of a country.

Land mines
all over the place.
Really?

Hey, Doc.
Hey, hey.

Excuse me.
No hard feelings, I hope.

I do have
a tremendous amount of respect
for the medical profession.

Of course not.
No hard feelings.

I could never do what you do
day in and day out,

and I apologize if I
stepped out of line.

No. Oh, hell, no.
In fact, I've gotta
hand it to you.

It was a, uh--
It was a hell of a publicity
stunt for the movie.

I loved the gull thing.

Yeah, that was great,
wasn't it?

I see 'em all the time.
I got a place on the beach
in Malibu.

Andy's a genius.
It was Andy's idea?

It wasn't, uh--
What do you call him?
Your agent?

Your publicist?
No, no, no. Those fools?

I fired their asses.

So what'd you think
of the script?

It was good,
a real page-turner.

Yeah, it's fantastic,
isn't it?

Okay. I'm ready.

Drop by anytime.
[ Scoffs ]
Yeah.

You mean that?
Yeah.

It's for a good cause.

Yeah, it is.
Glad you see it that way.
A shame, really.

What?
Well, that you're leaving.

I'm sure you've
observed, uh, quite a bit
since you've been here.

And I understand your movie
starts shooting Monday?

It's too bad you can't
stick around till then.
Let it really soak in.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Never granted that kind
of access, of course.

But I could swing it,
if you're interested.

No way.

- You think I should?
- For purely selfish reasons.

I'd like to see
a, uh, psychiatric ward
and treatment...

portrayed realistically
for a change.

You can't-- You can't
make this stuff up.
You've gotta live it.

Yeah. No, no.
You're so right.

Otherwise, it would become,
uh-- What's the word?
Caricature. Laughable, even.

[ Lock Beeps ]

If you're serious--
I'm serious.

- I'll offer my service
as your personal guide.
- Excellent.

[ Carl ]
Have you lost your mind?

You talked him into staying,
even after the embarrassment
he caused this hospital?

And you personally.

He used a public facility
for his own self-serving
research.

He's a callous,
manipulative son of a bitch,
and I want him off this ward!

What are you up to?
Why'd you ask him to stay?

Because he's mentally ill.
He was puttin' on a show.
He said so himself.

- He was also putting on a show
when he appeared on TV.
- So?

When the cameras stopped rolling
and the lights went off,
he was still performing.

Actually,
he wasn't performing.

I think he was having
a breakdown, for real,

and only later came up
with the publicity stunt
cover story.

So you actually think
he is psychotic?

How would you assess
a patient exhibiting sexually
provocative behavior,

melodramatic
expressions of emotion,
easy suggestibility,

a desperate need for
excessive admiration...

and a grandiose sense
of self-importance?

Oh, you think
he has a narcissistic
personality disorder.

- So do a lot of creative types.
- Hmm.

So? Discharge him
and find him a therapist.

We just agreed he has
a personality disorder.

What we don't know
is why.

If we discharge him now,
we run the risk of another
psychotic break.

He needs to be here.
Absolutely.

[ Door Opens ]
Mmm.

[ Foito ]
Of course, I knew.

When I booked the show,
Liam thought it would be
a good opportunity...

to promote the picture.

You telling me
it was his idea?

And mine.

Liam might be
a great actor,
but you're not.

When you brought him in, you
were genuinely concerned about
him, and you care about him.

Obviously, he cares
about you. You survived
the massacre, didn't you?

He fired his agent
and publicist.
Not just them.

The last few months,
he's been cleaning house.

He also fired his personal
assistant, his lawyer,

his trainer and his stylist.

Liam needs
psychiatric help.
[ Chuckling ]

He's an actor.

De Niro put on
a hundred pounds
for Raging Bull.

He got himself a hack license
to drive a cab around New York
for Taxi Driver.

Hoffman stays up
for three days,

so he can get
that really tortured look
in Marathon Man.

Cage goes on a drinking
binge in Leaving Las Vegas.
I mean, that's the biz, man.

They're not really insane.
Liam's on the verge
of a major breakdown.

One he might not
recover from.

I'm supposed to have Liam
on the set of Crazy Going
Slowly Monday morning.

I cannot begin
to tell you how dangerous
it's gonna be for him...

to play
a mentally ill person
in his present state.

We have a flight out
of LAX in six hours.
He'll be on it.

- [ Knocking ]
- Liam.

Doc.

I'm really glad you've taken
the time to experience this.
You know, for your research.

Oh, I wouldn't have missed it.

Now, you're gonna be playing
the part of a dangerously
psychotic patient,

which probably means
you'd be put in restraints.

Is that okay?
Mm-hmm.

Radical exposure therapy
is, simply put, exposing people
to their biggest fears.

Like the rats in 1984.

Great book.
So, uh, let's say
you're afraid to fly.

Exposure therapy would involve
taking you up in a plane and
forcing you to face that fear.

Got it.
So what's the patient's fear
we're dealing with?

- You tell me.
- What, like an improv?
Okay, brilliant.

Um, fear, like, um, fear
of the dark or being alone.

Perfect.
Let's start with those.

Yeah, sure.
[ Clears Throat ]

Good, Liam.
You're doing great.

And let's overlay
the feeling of being
in a deep, dark tunnel.

Trapped, unable to escape.

Okay. Okay.

I get it.
Lose the restraints, okay?

That's good, Liam.
That's-- That's good.

Right about now, the patient
would be feeling agitated...

and-- and be sort of
begging to be set free.

Yeah, I get it.
Let's turn the lights on and
take the restraints off, okay?

- I'm not kidding! I want out!
- Sure, you do.

That's so good.
And so does he.

It's not really the restraints
that are holding him back.
That's just a mechanism.

What's holding him back
are the thoughts--

the thoughts inside his head
that he can't get rid of.

No, no! Wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait!
Doc, Doc, Doc, Doc!

Dr. Gallagher! Sir!
[ Screams ]

Doc, I want out!
This isn't a game!

[ Shouts, Screams ]

Please, Dr. Gallagher, sir.

You son of a bitch!
You son of a--

[ Grunts ]
This is not a game!

[ On Speaker ]
You-- You son of a bitch!

You son of a bitch!
[ Grunts ]

You're doing this on purpose.
Payback for the publicity stunt.
Look at him.

I am. Are you?

Is he really
that good an actor?

Dr. Gallagher,
please come--

Are you his friend?
Are you his family?
Please, Dr. Gallagher!

Or was that
just another helping
of Hollywood rubbish?

[ Sobbing ]

[ Panting ]

Help him.
Please help him.

[ Sobbing Continues ]

I will.

[ Dings ]

[ Siren Wailing ]

"Liam McBride, who voluntarily
committed himself...

"after a breakdown
on an afternoon talk show,

"later admitted it was all
to hype his upcoming film,

"Crazy Going Slowly Am I.

"However, Liam has now decided
to remain in the hospital...

"to do further research...

and to wage
his continuing battle with
prescription drugs."

See, Hollywood's fine
with drug addiction.

It's-- It's almost
a rite of passage.

But mental illness,
on the other hand--

You should be really proud
of yourself.

He came in here
pretending to be crazy,

and you actually
made him crazy.

Proud, no.
Vindicated.

What about the drug thing?
Pure fiction.
The panel was negative.

So what's the treatment plan?
Psychotherapy.

Something's gumming up
the works.
Huh.

Leaving me to fend off
the media incursion,

the wrath of Hollywood producers
and Liam's new agency.

That's why you get paid
the big bucks.
Yeah.

I need to know
about his family.

Where he grew up.
A complete and accurate
history.

I'll see what I can dig up.

[ Gasps ]
Oops. What's this?

Liam's official press kit.

Everything you wanted to know
about Liam McBride.

Or everything the studio
wanted you to know.

Why, thank you.
Mm-hmm.

How did you, um--

Slowly, painfully, I'm learning
to anticipate your every need.

And ignore most of them.
That's for your own good.

[ Exhales ]

Not in the mood?

I haven't had sex
in two days.

Is that unusual?
[ Scoffs ]
Unprecedented.

People think my life is
so much better than theirs...

that all they have to do
is sleep with me,
and some of it rubs off.

You never been married?

He never met
the right girl.

He grew up
in Lincoln, Nebraska.

Yep. Right down the street
from the movie theater.

What about family?

Only child. Dad and Mom.
Dad was a plumbing contractor.

Believe it or not, Liam can
fix a toilet pretty well.

His mom worked
for the phone company.

How'd he get the bug?

He played baseball
in high school.
Team captain, junior year.

Until he broke an ankle
sliding into home.

Rather than sitting
around on the bench,
collecting splinters,

he ended up in a drama class
and never looked back.

His bio says he moved
to the West Coast after college.
Got a job waiting tables.

Started acting classes
and met Andy,

who discovered him
and launched his career.

No. Not Andy.

It was somebody else.

Hey.

Yeah, it's really me.

[ Exhales ]

He's worse. He's
talking about Liam like he's
a totally different person.

Disassociation.
Comes and goes.

And he's not worse.
He's evolving.

What does that make you,
Darwin?

I tried to talk to Liam
about his past,
and this is what I got.

"Dad was a plumbing contractor.
Believe it or not, Liam can
fix a toilet pretty well."

So?

"Rather than sitting
around on the bench,
collecting splinters,

he ended up in a drama class
and never looked back."

Verbatim quotes
from a studio bio.

What's the real story, Andy?

I don't know.

Liam doesn't like
to talk about his past.
Who would know?

Look.

I can't help you.

Even if I could, I wouldn't,
because then I'd be history,
like the rest of Liam's posse.

I'm his only friend.

[ Typing ]

[ Beeps ]

[ Dog Barking ]

[ Knocking On Door ]

Door's open.

Norm, of course.
I understand.

But let's be clear.

If you don't have
that check on my desk,

I'm gonna come over,
and I'm gonna burn
your building down.

Love you.

Huh. Huh.

I think I have
something for you.

- Actually, I'm here
to talk about Liam.
- Oh, stop right there.

What the hell is wrong
with you people?

I already told the press
that I don't give interviews
about my former clients.

I'm Dr. Jack Gallagher.
I'm his psychiatrist.

He's in trouble, Maggie.

I need information--
anything you can tell me
about his past.

I had a feeling
that someone like you would
show up at my door one day.

Have a seat.

[ Chuckles ]
I just had a really
interesting phone call.

How nice for you.
Yeah.

It was from
a Daily News reporter.

She was looking for confirmation
for an anonymous tip that she'd
received from in the hospital.

I've said it before:

Security here
is practically nonexistent.
The place is a sieve.

Yeah. Yeah.
What sort of tip?

That Liam McBride
wasn't staying on
to continue his research.

In fact, he'd had
a huge breakdown as a result
of his treatment here.

Whoops.
Yeah.

What was your response?
No comment.

They going with the story?
Not without confirmation.

What surprises me,

particularly seeing as
that you were way out in front
of the press on this matter,

is that they didn't call you.

That is surprising.

Perhaps they have yet
to get to me.

My response would be
the same as yours.

Do you really think
this is the way
you'll get rid of Jack?

With petty sniping
and subterfuge,

and in the process, defaming
the good name of this hospital?

Never crossed my mind.

Though, as long as we're
soliciting for confessions,

you might as well admit,
at least to yourself,

that you lie in bed at night,
wishing that Gallagher
were far, far away,

clearing the path for you
to become director.

What I think about when
I'm lying in bed at night
is none of your business.

Perhaps not,

though I do find
the topic fascinating.

[ Powering Down ]
Oh!

Oh, God.
[ Woman ]
Did the generator kick on?

What the hell?
Not again.

Oh, aren't you
the Boy Scout?
[ Chuckling ]

Be prepared.
Thank you.

Can someone please
check the generator?

[ Chattering Continues ]

[ Handle Clicking ]

[ Gasps ]

- Oh!
- [ Grunts ]

[ Screaming ]
No! No!

[ Grunting ]

[ Dings ]

[ Veronica ]
He was trying to inject himself
with testosterone?

Why on earth?

Because he was having trouble
living up to his image
as the sexiest man alive.

Where did he get it?

The ever-resourceful Andy,
who forgot to supply a syringe.

[ Laughing ]
Oh!

So it was drugs,
just not the kind we thought.

- Well, at least now
we know the problem.
- No, we don't.

I agree. Testosterone
over-supplementation...

may cause anything
from increased sex drive...

to shrinking testicles
and mood swings,

but it doesn't
present as a narcissistic
personality disorder.

If this should
leak to the press,
his career is over.

- Discharge him.
- Not yet.

I think he is addicted.

His drug of choice is himself--
the image of Liam McBride.

Not his real name,
by the way.

I think he's addicted
to being the person
that everybody sees him as.

- Handsome, witty, charming.
- Sex symbol.

- Most importantly.
- Testosterone was his way
of self-medicating.

- Uh-huh.
- So?

So I have to find a way...
to get him to open up.

[ Knocking ]

Hey, hey.

I assume you're not here
for my autograph.

[ Chuckling ]

I was, uh,
hoping to try something,
with your permission.

What?

Hypnosis.

I've seen those in old movies,
but I didn't know they
were still used.

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, they work.

I thought hypnosis was
pretty much discredited.
Like Vegas voodoo.

What's that?

This?
It's a deinhibitor solution.

Spy stuff.
Oh, I don't know.

Not dangerous.

Liam, you know, you can leave
here tomorrow with those demons
that keep you up at night,

or you can leave knowing you
tried to face those demons...

and, uh, hopefully
get on with your life.

Okay, Liam.

I want you to clear your mind
of all your thoughts.

Just relax.

Now look directly
into the wheel.

Take a breath.
Feel the beat of your heart.

Slow it down, down, down.

Let it go.

Now, let's go back.

Let's go back to when
you first arrived
in Los Angeles.

How old are you?

Fourteen.

Are you by yourself?

Yeah.
Why did you leave home?

Because my mom left the house
one night with her boyfriend...

and didn't come back.

And where was your father?

I never knew my father.

All right, Liam.

How were you
supporting yourself?

There's this guy named Rob.

He's got a place,
and a lot of guys stay there.

Um, we're partying a lot.

There's really good dope
and booze...

and... lots of pretty girls.

I'm running errands
for Rob sometimes.

What kind of errands?

It's all right, Liam.

We'll go back to that.

Now, you've been in Los Angeles
for six months.

How are you doing?

I'm broke.
I have nothing to eat.
I stole from a friend.

Rob's gonna kick me out
unless--

I don't wanna be
on the street alone.

What is Rob making you do?

Rob says I can make money.

A hundred or more a night,
'cause--

'cause I'm a pretty boy.

He knows older women that like
to have sex with pretty boys.

I don't want to do it,
but I go with him one night.

[ Gulps ]

But it isn't women.

It's men.

[ Jack ]
Liam. Liam.

Liam. What happens then?

I told him I wouldn't,

but I'm just so strung out,

and he offers me 50.

I tell him a hundred.

He pays me,

and we do it.

Rob says it gets easier
after the first time,

but it never did.

Liam?

When I count to five
and I click my fingers,

you will be completely...

and totally...

awake.

One, two,

three, four,

five.

[ Fingers Snap ]

[ Cries ]

It's all right.

It's out there now.

[ Sniffles ]

We can handle it.

Mmm.
** [ Piano ]

Well, you know, at least
you're dating again.
Yeah.

But it's just,

you know,
a little weird...

after being married
for so long,

now to go shopping
for condoms.

I know.
Tell me about it.

Embarrassing.

Why are you shopping
for condoms?

'Cause I'm having an affair.
What?

Someone from work.
Who?

Rylan. Dr. Rylan Moore.

Isn't he, like, 18?

Nora.
Why?

Are things with Denny
so bad?
No.

It's just that--

It's just that
when we met, we--

I was a 20-year-old,

and I just fell for
a-- a really cute musician
with zero ambition.

And guess what.
Surprise, surprise.
We just grew apart.

Oh.

I'm glad you told me.

Yeah.
Hmm.

I'm glad I told you too.

I don't like
holding things from you.

- What?
- What? Nothing.

Well, there's something
I haven't told you.

I met this guy,
and we had...

this really
beautiful weekend...

at a ski resort
in Vermont.

Ah. I knew it.

I knew there was something
more to that trip.

Us sleeping together
has nothing to do with
why I hired Jack.

I mean, I actually--
I almost didn't hire him
because of that.

- Still attracted to him?
- Yes.

- But nothing's gonna happen.
- You're so full of crap.

You hire a guy you slept with,
you're still attracted to him,

and you actually think
you can sit there...

and decide that it's
not gonna happen?

You married somebody
that you can dominate,

and then you're
having an affair on him
with a younger guy?

And for you.
Why, thank you.

And you.

- Mmm.
- Enjoy.

I feel much better now.
Me too.

[ Camera Shutters Clicking ]

I guess this is the part
where I'm supposed to thank you
for saving my psyche, huh?

A little out of character
though 'cause, as you know,
it's all about me.

It's not about what everybody
says about you. Okay?

You have some
serious work ahead.

Yeah, I know.

I'm ready.

[ Elevator Bell Dings ]

[ Woman ]
Liam!

[ Reporters Shouting ]

Stay back, please.

- What up, guys?
- We're coming through.

Liam, what was it
like in there?
It was quite humbling.

Stay back.
A lot of very sick
people here,

but there are also
dedicated professionals
trying very hard to help them.

He's good?
Better than good.

Just let him through, please.
I called an old friend
of mine from med school.

Specializes in
personality disorders.

Liam will start therapy
straightaway.
Oh.

Do you believe your research
will make for a better film?

Yeah. Bet on it.

Pretty smooth.

Ah, he's an actor.
Huh.

[ Nora ]
Hypnosis, huh?

Any other tricks
you got up your sleeve?

Unfortunately, I don't
even have that one.

What do you mean?
I faked it.

A little deinhibitor
solution also helped.

There's no such thing.
Yeah, well,
he didn't know that.

Saline?
Yeah.

All he really needed
was an excuse to let go.

Oh. Well, you really missed
your calling in life.

An actor?

No way.
[ Laughing ]

What I really want
to do is direct.
Oh!

[ Dings ]

[ Child ]
Show's on!